I Never Asked for More

I never asked for more.

I thought I only prayed

to keep seeing days and nights—

to keep breathing through whatever life became.

I didn’t realize the heart has a direct channel

leading straight into God,

a quiet line I could not hear,

a hidden whisper I did not know belonged to me.

And while I prayed for the precious gift of time,

my heart—without my knowing—

was praying for you.

But what are days meant for

without sharing them?

When the sun rises,

the mind gathers memories to keep—

like fallen treasures,

each one carried with you

through the steps of your day.

And after the sun sets,

what are the moon and the stars for

if not to know their value

with the arms that also cherish

the night?